Denying Denise 3

Denying Denise Ch.3by CoutureCouture_writes@hotmail.com

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c)2002 by Couture***********************

Denise wondered at how she had got into this position. April had driven her to the sex shop and helped her out of the car. "Here's a list of things to buy." April pressed a piece of paper and a credit card beneath the older woman's bra and then patted her possessively on the ass. Then, to Denise's horror, she got back in the car and locked the door.

"Go ahead Neesie, I'll wait for you in the car," she said.

"Please, April. I can't." Denise begged. "Not by myself."

"You better hurry up Neesie. You're giving everyone a show in this wind."

'Oh God,' thought the older woman. She could feel the cold air on her sex. The worse part was she had been asked if she wanted to wear panties this morning and refused them. The memory of peeing in the last pair was still fresh in her mind at the time.

She was terrified of going in the store dressed as she was in the April's too small skirt and the thin blouse, but if she stayed out here someone would surely see her, and with this wind, much more than she was prepared to show. So, she did the only thing she could; she sprinted to the sex shop as fast as her legs would go in the too high heels.

Denise shuddered and blushed with embarrassment. She was quite certain everyone in the sex shop was looking at her. She could feel their burning glances on the back of her neck.

She tried to find something not quite so perverse to look at. She settled for the small selection of lingerie they had.

'Oh God, please go away!' she thought as a large piggish man walked toward her. He was coated with a thin sheen of sweet and the armpits of his shirt were wet with the same.

"Need sum help with sumpthin?" he asked. Denise could hear his breath wheeze as he breathed.

'Not from you,' she thought. "No thank you. I'm just looking."

Denise looked around the store and saw a woman behind the counter. She looked to be in her late forties. Her hair had been bleached too many times and her clothes were equally trashy, but at least she looked normal. Trailer park trash normal, but at this point Denise wasn't going to sweat the small stuff. Anything would be better than the Pigman, especially considering where her dreadful niece had placed the list.

She tried to catch the woman's eye several times, but the bleach-blonde was too interested in the book she was reading. Finally Denise gave up. She cleared her throat. "Please Miss, I-I need some help." Her cheeks burned at asking for help.

The woman's face wrinkled with irritation, as she set the book face down on the shelf. "What is it?" She said an exasperated sigh.

Denise wondered how many cigarettes the woman smoked each day to get a voice like that. Denise's face deepened to a crimson red. This was not going as well as she wanted. "Ah, I-I need to get some t-things."

"Well, what are those things? I don't have time to wait for housewives to come up with some backbone."

"There is a list- ah- in my bra." She couldn't meet the woman's eyes. "I'm sorry- my -ah- I was in an accident," she said, lifting cast covered arms to show her helplessness.

"If you don't know what's on the list, then you were sent in to fetch a few things. Am I right? Tell me again-the truth this time."

Things were going steadily downhill, but it was either this or the Pigman. Swallowing her pride, Denise answered. "I-I was sent in to f-ah-fetch some things."

"Good, this might be much more interesting in the book I was reading, so let's see this list," the blondesaid. "My name is Miss Casey, by the way." Then she started unbuttoning Denise's blouse.

Denise flinched and pulled away. "Wait, what are you doing," she gasped.

"What? I bet you were just itchin' for me to dig around in your bra, but I'm not playing your game, you're playing mine." Miss Casey didn't even pause. She continued until Denise's bra was totally exposed. "Is the list here?" she said, flipping the right cup down, twisting it inside out. Denise's large breastjiggled on top of the cup of her bra like a bowl of Jello.

"Nope, then must be in this one." As she flipped the other cup down; a credit card and small piece of paper fell into her waiting hand.

She quickly scanned the list and quite a list it was too. But, what caught her attention was what was written on the last few lines. *My pet may be played with, but she is not cum or to be damaged in any way.*

"Very nice, very nice indeed," muttered Miss Casey.

"Please, someone will see," Denise pleaded, her large breasts quivering under the bright fluorescent lights.

Denise tried to pull away, but she was held firmly by her nipple. "I don't care. Just give me what's on the list. I'm sure it will all f-Ahhhh!"

It was at that moment the dreadful woman applied a clamp to her sensitive flesh. "You bitch! Ah, Jesus that hurt!" Denise said.

"See, I told you we have to fit you." Miss Casey pulled the clamp off; then gently caressed the aching nipple.

"Stop it. . . please."

"I know it must hurt. I was just trying to ease the pain, before we try another one," Miss Casey said, reaching for another clip. "But, since you insist."

Denise's poor nipple was in too much pain to tolerate the other clamp. "Wait-wait-it's okay," she said. "I didn't know."

Miss Casey continued to sensually manipulate the small pink disc capped with an eraser-like nub, until Denise could barely stand. "Okay, let's try the other one now." This time when she applied another clamp, Denise felt her pussy surge with pleasure accompanied by the sensual pain shooting from her nipple.

Denise moaned a little loudly and caught herself. Then she looked back and saw that several people had noticed her and were pointing.

"I see the little slut likes this one much better," Miss Casey said, giving the clamp a little tug.

Miss Casey manipulated the clamped nipple. Tears welled in Denise's eyes, as she bit down to stop from crying.

"The pet is being disobedient. Does she think Mistress is stupid? Try it again."

Denise didn't dare to disobey again. "Please Mistress, the slave's other breast is lonely," she managed to force out.

Miss Casey deftly stretched out the other nipple and applied the next clamp. Denise bit her lip to hold back her moan. Then the dreadful woman attached a small weight to each chain and gave them each a little flick to set them swinging.

Denise was no longer able to suppress her reaction. "Ahhh," she moaned loudly. Each time the weights swung, she felt a throb of pleasure in her cunt and nipples.

"Say, please Mistress, the slave needs to be collared. Then, turn around so I can put it on. I'll take you out of the way afterwards," Miss Casey whispered in Denise's ear, too low for the men watching to hear.

Tears welled in Denise's eyes. It wasn't so much the talking she dreaded, but the thought of turning around to face the rest of the store.

"Please Mistress the slave needs to be collared," Denise said. Then, with her lip trembling, she turned to face the stares of the other store patrons.

Thankfully, Miss Casey swiftly buckled the collar on her neck. As if the collar weren't enough humiliation to endure, the woman hooked a leash onto the collar and led Denise behind the counter.

Denise had never been so mortified in all her life. There she was, being led around like an animal, while her clamped breasts were pushed up proudly due from the upside down bra cups underneath. The worse part was; she had expected to go to the back of the store, where no one could see her. However, Miss Casey had only moved her behind the counter. Everyone could still see!

"Wait, not here!" Denise whispered urgently.

"You are so right pet. . ." Miss Casey said, causing Denise to feel relieved. "We need to do something about that disobedient mouth of yours." Then, when Denise opened her mouth to argue, the woman stuffed something into her mouth.

Denise tried to fight the invasion, but the woman was forceful and not afraid to pinch a nose or an already clamped nipple to get her way. Soon, Denise found her mouth kept painfully open by some sort of ring.

"Bend at the waist for me pet."

Denise found she didn't have a choice anyway, with her legs against the counter as they were. Miss Casey pushed her forward until her torso was lying on the counter. Her breasts dangled freely and the weights swung in small circles.

She looked up and noticed she had attracted quite a crowd. She was afraid to meet their eyes, but she could see that every one of the men sported a bulge in their pants. She realized she would fuck them all right now, if she were allowed to cum.

She felt something probe her. 'Not there!' she thought. She tightened her rear passage, and tried to resist. However, all she did was set those devious little weights to swinging all the harder.

The finger didn't stop. It continued to explore her forbidden hole and worse, she was beginning to enjoy it. She wished she were in a less public place or to at least not have drool leaking out of her mouth in front of everyone.

Denise soon found herself moving back and forth in time with the finger. She moaned its loss when it was withdrawn.

Then, she felt it at her entrance again. She relaxed as it was pushed in, but to her surprise, it was bigger . . . much bigger.

"Ugh," she gasped, sending a fresh stream of spittle from her mouth. Whatever it was, it was huge. She was thankful Miss Casey was patient, even if she was persistent. Denise groaned with relief when she felt the widest part slide home. She had never felt so full before.

"All done." Miss Casey playfully spanked Denise on her bottom. The shock of the blow was light, but thanks to the plug, Denise felt it travel straight to her insides.

The older woman helped Denise straighten back up and whispered in her ear. "You've made Mistress hot pet. If I take you to the back room will you make me cum?"

Denise struggled with the decision, but in the end her need won out. Maybe she would finally get to cum, or at least away from this leering audience. She nodded her head.

Miss Casey led the married woman to the back store room by her leash. Denise knew she should be horrified, but she was too turned on at the moment to care. She could only imagine what the shop patrons thought of her as she walked obediently behind this woman like some sort of pet.

And what a sight Denise was. Her breasts were bouncing freely and pressed up by her twisted bra. Weights swung from her clamped nipples with every step. Her mouth was kept open by a ring gag, begging for penetration. Her wet aroused shaved sex, cried out slut. Her stance was wide and her hips rotated in an exaggerated manner due to the large plug, whose base was sticking out of her ass. Yes, the men in the store would talk about this for a long time to come.

Miss Casey closed the curtain behind Denise and helped her to her knees in front of an office chair. "Let's set the mood shall we?" Miss Casey said, turning a radio on to some very God-awful music. Then the bleach blond unzipped her dress and sat down in the chair. It was the first time that Denise had seen another woman who was shaved other than herself.

Miss Casey kicked off her shoes and placed a foot on each of Denise's shoulders. "Eat me slut!" she ordered.

'Oh God, what have I become?' Denise thought, as she lowered her face to this woman's sex.

"That's it-eat it. Eat that pussy, bitch." Miss Casey positioned her hand underneath the chair and pulled the leash, mashing Denise's face against her sex. Denise tried to keep up, but with her mouth opened with the gag, could barely keep up. Her only choice was to stick her tongue out and lick, while Miss Casey moved her all over her sex.

Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to get the horrible woman off. Miss Casey slid the chair back. "You don't suck worth a fuck. I guess I'm going to have to take care of it all myself."

Miss Casey got up and returned with a double-ended dildo, which she placed in Denise's open mouth. Since the house wife's mouth was held open by the ring gag, she had to use her tongue to hold the rubber phallus in place.

The bleach blonde then sat back down in the chair and inserted the other end of the dildo in her sex and placed her feet on Denise's shoulders. Using the leash to control the reluctant house wife and the motion of the chair, she began to fuck herself on the dildo.

First, she would tug on the leash, causing her chair to slide forward, until the dildo was firmly embedded in her cunt. Then, she would kick her legs out sliding the chair away from Denise. Her chair rolled back and forth easily, thrusting the dildo in and out of her sex. Her other hand was free to play with her clit or a nipple, whichever she seemed to be in the mood for. Miss Casey was floating on cloud nine.

However, poor Denise was getting the worst of it. Due to the ring gag, she was unable to bite down on the dildo. Instead, the only thing keeping it from going back further was the pressure exerted from her tongue. In short order, the dildo was banging against the back of her throat. To make matters worse, the weights on her nipples swung freely, causing her additional discomfort.

It wouldn't be so bad if she would cum though. Miss Casey was certainly well on her way, judging from the aroused state of her sex. Denise was helpless and watched jealously from her close vantage as the dildo, dripping a combination of spittle and cum, fucked the sleazy looking woman.

'It isn't fair,' thought Denise. 'This sleazy bitch gets to cum, while I have to suffer. God, I would trade my car for five minutes alone with this dildo.'

The speed of Casey's fingers on her clit sped. She had dropped the leash, grabbed Denise by the hair, thrusting the dildo in and out.

"I'm cumming. That's it fuck mouth. Work my cuntwith that fucking whore mouth. Work it bitch-work it. Ah-Ah-Ah-here it cums-here it cums." Casey's hips rose off the chair and the banged up and down as she climaxed violently.

"That was very good pet," Miss Casey said. "Wait her while I ring up your purchases."

Miss Casey removed the plastic cock from the ring gag, went back into the front of the store and then returned with a large bag. She took the collar and leash off the kneeling woman and placed them in the bag along with a very large dildo. She helped Denise to her feet. "It was a pleasure doing business with you slut."

Denise shook her head violently. She couldn't go back out like this. What if someone she knew drove by as she was leaving? What would April think?

Miss Casey pushed Denise out into the bright fluorescent lights of the store. The men in the store clapped, seeing the wet-faced woman emerge. "Maybe you can talk Frank into making you a bit more presentable."

'Oh God, the Pigman,' thought Denise.

Denise walked behind the counter, with every eye watching the weights swinging from her nipples. She wondered how she was going to be able to make Frank understand what she needed with the ring gag in her mouth.

As he saw her approach, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick flaccid cock.

'What am I turning into?' Denise thought as she knelt in front of the sweaty fat man. He removed the gag from her mouth and pushed her face toward his crotch.

Denise licked his penis. It tasted of salt, but it wasn't as bad as she thought. She only wished she had the use of her hands, because Frank was making things very difficult for her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her up and down his thick shaft. He teased her with the head of his cock, trying to stick it up her nostril, slapping her chin with it, before making her chase after it; humiliating her in front of the store patrons.

By the time she captured the bulbous head in her mouth, she was more than eager to suck it. Where she had once been timid with her husband, with this total stranger, she was bobbing her head up and down like a madwoman desperate for cum. And she was desperate for it, because the quicker he came, the quicker she could get out of this perverse hell hole.

"God, this one loves a cock, doesn't she?" said Frank.

"You should have seen her suck a pussy. She wasn't very good, but she loves a pussy something awful."

Denise felt her skirt being lifted and a finger slip easily into her soaking sex. She moaned and felt Frank pushing her head further against his crotch.

It slipped into her throat again. In and out it violated her. She wasn't blowing him, she was being fucked orally. He was fucking her face. Denise had long since ceased being embarrassed. Her only thoughts were the penis going in and out her mouth and the fingers exploring her aching cunt.

"Oh God, I'm cumming." Frank grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock down her throat. She felt it spasm and spurt, then cum emptying into her once virginal throat.

Frank pulled the housewife off of his softening cock. "Clean it," he ordered.

Denise began the rueful task of cleaning the congealing cum from his thick hairy organ. It wouldn't have been so bad but for the audience watching from behind the counter.

Finally the task was over. Frank did make her a bit more presentable, but not as much as Denise had hoped. She left the grimy store wearing her short skirt and her thin blouse was still unbuttoned. Since her arms were covered with casts, her bag of sex supplies was held between her teeth. Thankfully, it hid her bare breasts and her clamped nipples, at least from the front. High heel shoes, sunglasses and a hot pink wig completed the outfit. She hurried back to the parked car, praying nobody she knew would recognize her.

To be continued . . .

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